Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So you can have the whole day off.
I've just been cutting some, that's why I came over.
Well, it wouldn't be a lot of bloody use calling next week, would it?
Miss Hudson. Miss Hudson!
Baby Jane Hudson made the money that paid for this house, that's who.
You know, we're right back where we started.
Well...
What do you mean you can't fill any more orders for me?
Holy shit Fuck you
The point is you never saw them before, did you?
Eat me
That would be wonderful.
He, um... He wrote me a letter.
JANE: Then what were you ringing for?
I don't want to hear.
Why don't you call for me.
He didn't write you any letter, either.
Baby jen Matron
- I think that would be fair. - Then that's settled.
(Crowd Yelling Indistinctly)
Well, if you need an ice cream, I guess you better have some.
Oh, I guess she must still be asleep. She gave me that check last night.
I've written, "Dear Daddy, we miss you."
All right, Daddy. Blanche wants some too.
(Thumping And Clattering)
Golden was very upset. He told me the company had a bad year and couldn't...
I can't tell you how nice it is to be seeing all of her old pictures like this.
I married you because...
Uh, you know, a real talk. About the future and everything.
Making people laugh at me.
After she'd run down her own sister, your precious Jane Hudson...
Anyway, in six weeks you'll hand over the house and then she'll have to know.
Why can't she stay sober?
Do you mean you're really the Baby Jane Hudson?
Blanche, listen to me.
She did that on purpose. Believe me, she did it on purpose.
- You could've saved yourself the trouble. - It is no trouble at all.
"Please call Dr. Shelby at OL6-1656..."
Of course, my father was British...
I snapped my spine.
I know who it was.
...Blanche Hudson's just a few years older than I am.
So now you can tell me what you mean by locking Miss Blanche in her room.
How's Miss Blanche these days?
Well, I... I... I meant...
Boy, what a no-talent broad that Baby Jane is.
(In Normal Voice) Okay, then?
Where they can look after her properly.
...but the studio had it all hushed up on account of Blanche Hudson's career.
LIZA: Telephone, Mother.
I'm sorry, I don't have the keys. I must've left them at home.
You'll be sorry.
What do you think you're trying to do?
(Bird Chirping)
His address is heaven above
Yeah, the same brands. And as soon as possible.
...the contents...
(Mouths) ...bitch.
Don't be silly.
Well, there wasn't.
(People Clapping)
(Honking Horn)
- Fifties and 20s all right? - Yes, please.
Edwin, you forgot your money!
(Moaning)
I'll come over right away.
"The other night, my husband and I watched that lovely old movie of yours."
No.
(Playing Piano)
Miss Hill tells me you're a little upset. What's the trouble?
(Singing) I've written a letter to Daddy.
The reason for women who defend long beards.
You open that door and stop all this nonsense!
We've been living next door to them for six months now.
People used to say Daddy could've been a star in his own right.
You used to like that.
Yes, yes, what is it?
If you won't give me that key, I'll go right down and call the police.
I hit the gates.
(Mumbling)
I certainly didn't mean to suggest that you shouldn't fill any orders for her.
Better not tire yourself out using the phone anymore.
Jane...
The postman said...
Shakespeare and that sort of thing.
You better look at them, then tell me whether or not you've seen them before.
They found her, all right.
You just rest easy.
What do you figure?
RAY: Now, Janey, you don't want all these friends of yours...
Even the food you ate came from me.
EDWIN: Oh, here, let me help you.
Oh, that's charming. That's really charming.
- Have a good time. - Bye.